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9102120233
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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911112
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Tuesday, November 12, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<MEMO>
PISTONS VS. BULLS: THE GREAT DEBATE
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
MOTOWN OR CHITOWN? CHECK THE RAFTERS
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Hey, Jay, here's what I don't get: When you worked in Detroit, you loved
the Pistons and hated the Bulls. Now you work in Chicago, you love the Bulls
and hate the Pistons. Gee. If that's all it  takes, why not move to New York
and just hate everything?

  But I understand. They pay your check, you become an instant Chicago
sports fan. And why the heck not? Chicago sports fans are a really  fun bunch,
when they're not busy throwing up on each other. In fact, my fondest Chicago
memories are of brassy sports bars with guys named Pat, Mike, and John,
holding mugs of beer out in front of them,  and saying "GO BEARS . . . AND,
UH, DITKA . . . AND, UH . . . BLEECCCHHH!"

  My kind of town, Chicago is.
  But obviously, you like it more. You have plopped belly- first onto that
Bulls' bandwagon,  just like everyone else did last year, including the
referees -- at least whenever Michael Jordan touched the ball.
  Which brings us to the subject at hand. Pistons-Bulls. You say Chicago is
going  to beat Detroit.  You say the Bulls will win tonight's rematch.  You
say the Bulls will will another title.  I say: Jay, have you been taking your
prescription medication?
  We have an expression  here in Motown: "If you haven't done it twice, you
haven't really done it." The Pistons have back- to-back championship flags
hanging from the Palace rafters. What does Chicago Stadium have?  One flag
and a lot of rats. Sorry, Jay. The rats don't count.
  Detroit has the experience and the know-how.  We were all moved by your
complaints last year about how "dirty" the Pistons play. You're right.  They
sure d- OWWW!
  Sorry. Bill Cartwright just stuck an elbow in my eye.
  Let's face it. The Bulls didn't win anything until they started playing
exactly like the Pistons. But you can't replace the original. And the original
is back. Isiah. Joe. Dennis. Bill.
  And you have Will Perdue.  How lucky you are.
  OK. Let's talk about Jorda--
  Whoa. Jay. Get up off your knees. You don't  have to bow and pray just
because we mention His name. Jeez. I bet you're wearing one of those "Be Like
Mike" buttons, too. I know I am. But mine says "Be Like Mike -- Tell The
President You're Busy."
  I guess they don't sell that one in Chicago, huh?
  Let's cut to the chase, Jay. Last year was a gift.  The Pistons were tired
of being champs and getting beat up on every night by crummy teams  trying to
make a name for themselves. So they let the Bulls have one.
  And now they're back.  Prediction: When the season is over, the Pistons
will be laughing, while Jordan will be yelling at the  Bulls' owners: "Get me
new players, or you're fired!"
  As for you, Jay, I expect to see you in the sports bar with Pat, Mike and
John, puking to good old days.  Don't feel bad. There may be an opening  in
Minnesota, and then you can go there.  Timberwolves need love, too.
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